Chapter 438: Chapter 438: The eting Chapter 438: Chapter 438: The eting The encirclent was still shrinking, just as Roger was considering whether to directly reveal his Transcendent abilities in the real world, an unexpected roar ca from afar.
The sound, like sudden thunder, took everyone by surprise, and they couldn’t help but look towards the direction from which the voice had co.
“Now is the ti!”
A glint flashed in Roger’s eyes, as he had no intention of tangling with these fellows. His body quickly retreated backward.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
One of them said to Roger.
At the sa ti, the surrounding air seed to have sunk into a quagmire. Roger felt his movent slow down as the air beca viscous, and then the surrounding scenery and crowd were rapidly stripped away.
He felt sothing deep within, his body and spirit seeking to break free from this constraint, but in just an instant, the abnormality around him disappeared.
However, looking around, Roger found that he had gone from the surroundings of Baron Iron Tower to a hill covered with bizarre rocks and giant boulders.
The midday sun of October hung in the sky, but at this mont, Roger couldn’t feel a trace of warmth.
“Cursed Land?”
He had simply chosen a bustling city center as the place for the transaction. Due to his identity, he instinctively stayed away from Mist City. But what he hadn’t expected was that the rumors about the Cursed Land he had heard in Bordeaux were indeed true.
Below Baron Iron Tower, a Cursed Land existed around this world-famous landmark.
At this ti, the appearance and attire of the three individuals in front of him also underwent a great change.
The one who had spoken earlier now stood taller with broader shoulders. He was clad in a suit of fine chain mail. Seeing his face, Roger nearly cried out in shock.
Lanmaroc.
One of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, a powerful Heritage Knight who followed Lancelot.
The other two, the middle-aged man on the right holding a curved sword was Percival, and the remaining one with a pallid complexion and a frail body, like a woman, was nad Kay.
His weapon was a slender sword that glead with cold light.
“What’s the matter?”
“How could Lancelot’s n be here?”
Roger had anticipated that Abraham might show up at the transaction site, but the Round Table Knights had nothing to do with this matter at all.
At that mont, he experienced that familiar feeling of oppression. Looking up, where Baron Iron Tower once stood, there was now a pillar of stone reaching to the sky.
Above the stone pillar, two more faces revealed themselves.
Lancelot and his ever-present companion Gerant.
“The forces belonging to Lancelot have all moved out, the only one missing must be with the Paladin.”
Roger heard Bos’s roar coming from afar without turning around.
“Insect from the Otherworld, let see what this so-called big fish of yours is really made of.”
Lanmaroc scoffed coldly.
He bent down to pull out a heavy Knight Lance from the rocks at his feet, the massive Knight Lance over three ters long—this thing was clearly not for…
The next second, a rumbling noise surged from the depths of the earth, and a Rock Bear erged from the soil, with Lanmaroc raising the Knight Lance in his hand.
“Here, you can’t escape!”
Roger no longer had ti to ponder why Lancelot would show up at his transaction with the Paladin; their encirclent had disrupted his plans and placed him in danger.
Almost instantly, he was targeted by Lanmaroc’s fierce aura. This sensation was quite strange—as if Roger couldn’t muster much of a will to struggle or resist.
[Duel]
Lamalock raised the Knight Lance in his hand, the beast beneath him roared, and charged at Roger.
This was a ritualistic attack pattern, incorporating a spell into the normal confrontation, in fact, from the mont Lanmaroc let out his shout, he had pulled Roger into his attack rhythm.
Forcing his enemies to confront his charge head-on.
Over the years, countless Transcendents fell into Lanmaroc’s intimidation and oppression without realizing it.
And then, trampled into a bloody pulp amid the ferocious charge.
[Rush]
Roger quickly broke free from that strange spiritual influence, but by then, Lanmaroc had already firmly locked onto him, the beast beneath him howling continuously, their breaths rging as one, charging at Roger with violent force!
“Die!”
The trio coordinated flawlessly, from surrounded to locked on, to finally launching the attack in one smooth flow, and although Lanmaroc locked onto Roger because of the suddenness of the event, Roger’s spiritual power was strong, allowing him to break free beforehand.
Facing the charging beast and Lanmaroc, Roger remained calm and composed, without a weapon in hand, he clenched his fists, hiding the Dharma Seal sparkling in his palm.
[Alder]
Roger’s target was not Lanmaroc, but the roaring beast beneath him.
Hum!
A series of explosive sounds filled the air, compressed together, then at the mont they struck the Rock Bear’s knees, they burst instantaneously!
Crackling.
The creature let out a miserable howl, its knees critically hit, and its sprinting body suddenly lost balance, Lanmaroc’s body launched into the air, and in his hurry, he barely maintained his balance, the spear in his hand thrusting out, leveraging the force of the charge towards Roger.
But by then, Roger had already used the reactionary force of the Alder Dharma Seal to launch his body into the air.
When Lanmaroc’s attack landed, it hit only an afterimage; all of Lanmaroc’s strength struck empty air.
Upon landing, Roger didn’t even glance at the three, pushing his speed to the limit, and with a few leaps, he jumped onto a huge rock, looking in the direction where the battle was spreading.
The situation had changed, he had to abort his prior plan.
Now, the most important thing was not to kill Abraham, but to retrieve the Pale Blood carried by the Paladin and leave this place.
Amidst the undulating boulders, Roger saw three figures in the distance.
One of them radiated a dazzling tallic luster, not using any weapons, but swung his iron fists instead.
That was Bos.
The Paladin under attack by Bos showed little panic on his face, moving his body and using the terrain around him to try to escape Bos’s entanglent.
The last person, not very tall, was wearing a hoodie, even though their shape had changed a bit, from Roger’s angle their face couldn’t be seen.
But from this distance, Roger clearly felt the familiarity emanating from the figure.
At the sa ti, as if sensing sothing, that person also turned around and looked in Roger’s direction.
Their gazes t in mid-air, each confirming the other’s identity.
“So, it was indeed Abraham pulling the strings from behind all along.”
Roger was unfazed, but when Abraham saw him, his face first showed shock, followed swiftly by a surge of elation.
“It’s you, it’s actually you!”
“Haha, the so-called Mr. Mist is nothing but a fake, you’ve been playing tricks from behind the scenes all along!”
“Fantastic, once I reclaim what’s mine and kill you, I’ll extract your soul!”
Abraham looked at Roger with a face full of spite.
Both of them set off at the sa ti.
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